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Three's Company, TooThe one place where life still made sense was school. That fact was a rather odd change to what Jonah had known in the past, back when home had been the escape from school. But his class was a refreshing haven for him, and he hoped that the last fifteen minutes of Kendall's class would pass as slowly as possible.
“The thing about creativity, whether it's writing, painting, dancing, or whatever, is that it cannot be manufactured,” she said as she leaned against her desk. “It cannot be taught to you.”
There was an unmistakable scoff, and Jonah heard Reynolda Langford mutter to a neighboring student, “If that's the case, then what is the point of this class?”
Jonah felt his fists tighten. He was so damn sick of this woman's antagonizing. But it turned out that he ne
